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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold |
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And she's buying a stairway to heaven |
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When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed |
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With a word she can get what she came for |
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Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven |
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There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure |
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'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings |
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In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings |
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Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven |
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Ooh, it makes me wonder |
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Ooh, it makes me wonder |
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There's a feeling I get when I look to the west |
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And my spirit is crying for leaving |
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In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees |
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And the voices of those who stand looking |
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Ooh, it makes me wonder |
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Ooh, it really makes me wonder |
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And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune |
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Then the piper will lead us to reason |
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And a new day will dawn for those who stand long |
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And the forests will echo with laughter |
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If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now |
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It's just a spring clean for the May queen |
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Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run |
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There's still time to change the road you're on |
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And it makes me wonder |
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Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know |
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The piper's calling you to join him |
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Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow and did you know |
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Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? |
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And as we wind on down the road |
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Our shadows taller than our soul |
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There walks a lady we all know |
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Who shines white light and wants to show |
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How everything still turns to gold |
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And if you listen very hard |
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The tune will come to you at last |
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When all are one and one is all, yeah |
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To be a rock and not to roll |
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And she's buying a stairway to heaven |